Hogwarts Bloodline Chapter 478: Fudge's Anger (Part 2 of 4000 Words) - Novel Cool

Chapter 478: Fudge's Anger (Part 2 of 4000 Words)

Chapter 478: Fudge's Anger (Part 2 of 4000 Words)

"Nice try, but hand over the money. You agreed to do the job yourself!" An Auror looked at the stinky socks in Mrs. Pettigrew's hand and waved his hand in disgust.

"Really? You won't even help with this small favor?" Mrs. Pettigrew pouted and reached into her pocket, tossing a few Galleons over. Her legs were trembling, but she secretly breathed a sigh of relief.

The socks in her hand were actually a disguised Portkey. She had spent all her assets to buy it from the wizard market in Diagon Alley. It looked normal on the surface, but if the Aurors inspected it, they would definitely find something amiss.

So she had to take a gamble and bet that they would refuse.

Fortunately, as she had expected, the Aurors were unwilling to help a criminal put on dirty, stinky socks.

A smile crept onto Mrs. Pettigrew's lips.

In fact, while in the cell, she had planned to use the Portkey to transport herself and Peter Pettigrew away.

However, Azkaban had a complete defense mechanism that not only prohibited Apparition but also rendered Portkeys ineffective.

So she had to take a risk, knock out the Auror who was watching her, and disguise herself as him to find an opportunity to get close to Peter.

Fortunately, this backup plan went relatively smoothly.

While feeling relieved, Mrs. Pettigrew controlled her emotions, trying not to show any signs of abnormality as she approached, though her body still trembled slightly from tension.

The tall and thin Auror had been closely watching her movements and noticed this, his eyes narrowing. Just as Mrs. Pettigrew was slowly approaching, he suddenly spoke up.

"Hold it."

"What's wrong?" Mrs. Pettigrew's heart leaped to her throat, but she tried to appear calm as she turned to look at him.

"Here's what, it wouldn't be right to take your money for nothing. How about we help him put them on?" The tall and thin Auror stared at Mrs. Pettigrew, speaking each word deliberately, his hand already resting on the wand at his waist.

The other Auror hadn't reacted at first, but under his colleague's suggestive gaze, he also sensed something amiss. He took a few steps forward and said to Mrs. Pettigrew.

"Hand over the thing!"

Mrs. Pettigrew found herself in a difficult situation. If she handed over the Portkey, it would be discovered immediately. If she didn't, the two Aurors would take action against her.

She knew she had no chance of defeating them, especially since the Aurors were already on alert.

The silence lasted only a second before the tall and thin Auror pulled out his wand, preparing to act.

At that moment, Mrs. Pettigrew said in surprise.

"What's gotten into you? You were complaining about the dirt before, and now you're being so nervous. Take it, I'll save myself some trouble."

Mrs. Pettigrew looked at the two men strangely and casually tossed the stinky socks to one of the Aurors.

The Auror was surprised by Mrs. Pettigrew's decisiveness and wondered if he had overreacted, instinctively catching the object.

As soon as he touched it, the Auror immediately sensed something was wrong. The texture felt nothing like a sock.

Unfortunately, it was too late.

At the same moment Mrs. Pettigrew threw the object, she had activated the Portkey's effect. The Auror felt something hook his navel and pull him, and with a dizzying spin, he disappeared from the spot.

"Arnold!"

The sudden change took the tall and thin Auror by surprise, but he quickly recognized the effect of a Portkey. Without hesitation, he waved his wand at Mrs. Pettigrew.

"Expelliarmus!"

A red beam shot from the tip of his wand.

However, he acted too hastily. Mrs. Pettigrew, in control of her young body, easily dodged, and then she launched a fierce counterattack.

"Sectumsempra!"

Mrs. Pettigrew screamed, pouring her anger into the spell. She had been forced to use the Portkey to send one Auror away, and now her only hope of escape was to kill the other.

To her delight, the spell's beam hit its target. However, she didn't notice the cold look in the Auror's eyes.

The protective glove on the tall and thin Auror's right hand glowed faintly, and the spell's beam reflected back, hitting Mrs. Pettigrew herself.

A blow filled with anger made the original owner suffer greatly.

Aaaaah!!!

The pain of being torn apart made Mrs. Pettigrew scream in agony. Her wand slipped from her hand and fell to the ground, and deep wounds were ripped into her abdomen, from which crimson blood continuously flowed.

Due to the severity of her injuries, Mrs. Pettigrew collapsed on the ground, clutching her wounds. The Polyjuice Potion she had taken quickly lost its effect.

Mrs. Pettigrew's appearance gradually changed from that of a young Auror to an old witch with white hair. Combined with the terrifying wounds on her abdomen, the scene was truly pitiful.

The tall and thin Auror felt no sympathy, only a sense of bad luck. He had almost been tricked by an old woman.

More importantly, one of his colleagues had been transported away, and the other was in an unknown state, possibly dead or alive. He didn't know what had happened to them.

The tall and thin Auror angrily kicked Mrs. Pettigrew, rolling her over, and was about to demand information about Jack and the others.

At that moment, the dazed Peter Pettigrew, seeing Mrs. Pettigrew's tragic condition, felt a sudden pang of heartache. Suddenly, as if he had gone mad, he charged forward and bit the Auror's right hand with his teeth.

"Aaaaah?!!! Let go, you lunatic!" The tall and thin Auror, completely unprepared for this, was caught off guard. He immediately cried out in pain and began beating Peter's head, trying to make him release his bite.

Mrs. Pettigrew didn't miss this opportunity. She endured the excruciating pain in her abdomen, grabbed her wand from the ground, and with a hoarse voice, cast her last spell.

"Stupefy!"

The tall and thin Auror kicked Peter away, but the delay was too much, and he didn't have time to cast a spell. He could only stare at Mrs. Pettigrew's eyes, hoping his protective gloves would work.

Unfortunately, the spell's beam wasn't deflected this time. Mrs. Pettigrew's anger-laden Sectumsempra had already drained the gloves' magic, making them unusable for a short while.

If only I had a protective ring.

This thought flashed through the Auror's mind before he was hit by the spell and fell to the ground, unconscious.

Mrs. Pettigrew, without time to celebrate, crawled over to the Auror and searched his body for the key to the magic cuffs.

"Quick, Peter, my child, come over, quick!" Mrs. Pettigrew called out to Peter Pettigrew, her voice filled with urgency.

Peter's memory was chaotic, but he could instinctively sense the old witch's affection for him. Otherwise, he wouldn't have instinctively attacked the Auror when he saw her injured. So, he obeyed her command and moved closer.

Mrs. Pettigrew, ignoring her abdominal injuries, trembled as she unlocked Peter's cuffs.

Then, she looked up at the sky, and her face changed dramatically. She grabbed Peter's clothes and, with a weak voice, pleaded.

"Please, try to remember something. Turn into a rat quickly, they're coming, they're coming!"

"What? What are you talking about?" Peter looked confused, with some memories flashing through his mind.

The Dementors in the sky had already descended. They had been sensing everything happening below but didn't dare to come down while the Auror had the upper hand and hadn't received orders.

But now, things were different. These hideous creatures swarmed down like hyenas on a hunt, ready for a feast!

The wind howled across the island, the sound of the Dementors' excited cries.

Mrs. Pettigrew tried to protect Peter, shielding him with her body. She repeated her words over and over in his ear, begging him to save himself.

More memories surfaced in Peter's mind, but he couldn't piece them together.

Fortunately, the instinct for survival forced him to spread magic throughout his body, and his body began to shrink, eventually transforming into a rat.

"Great, quick, run, run!" Seeing Peter finally transform into his Animagus form, Mrs. Pettigrew shed tears of relief and quickly urged him.

The gray rat hesitated, unwilling to leave. It even bit Mrs. Pettigrew's sleeve, as if trying to drag her away.

"No, don't worry about me. I'm old, and I'm dying. You can't save me. Go, quickly!" Mrs. Pettigrew weakly shook her head. She knew how severe her injuries were and felt the life being drained from her body.

The gray rat squeaked, seemingly hesitating, but Mrs. Pettigrew's voice grew weaker and weaker until she finally slumped over, losing consciousness.

A profound sadness enveloped Peter's heart, and memories flooded his mind, though they remained jumbled and disorganized.

"Who am I? Peter Pettigrew? A Death Eater?"

Peter Pettigrew muttered to himself, then shook his head, recalling another fragment of memory.

In the memory, he seemed to be groveling before a young wizard, denouncing the cruel rule of the Dark Lord.

The fragmented memories caused Peter Pettigrew's mind to suffer excruciating pain, like being pierced by needles. Seeing the disgusting creatures in the sky swooping down, Peter Pettigrew no longer hesitated and hurriedly fled.

However, he did not run towards the outside but headed into the depths of Azkaban.

The now somewhat rational Peter Pettigrew knew very well that a rat had little chance of escaping the island. It would be quickly captured and returned. It would be better to hide under a prisoner in Azkaban, perhaps avoiding the search.

Before Peter Pettigrew could run far, the Dementors had already floated down, each one extremely angry and moving about restlessly.

Originally, they had sensed three delicious meals below, but now two of them had vanished from their perception, and the remaining one was an Auror from the Ministry of Magic.

Enraged, the Dementors grew increasingly restless, considering whether to kill the only living person present and absorb his soul.

However, just as they were hesitating and about to make a decision, a flame appeared out of nowhere on the empty ground, suddenly spreading and exploding.

Accompanied by the loud song of a phoenix, a figure in purple robes and white beard emerged from the rising flames.

"It seems I arrived a bit too late", Dumbledore glanced at the unconscious Aurors on the execution ground and the Auror in Auror attire who had died from severe injuries and bleeding. He quickly deduced what had happened here.

The unwise Dementors were annoyed by Dumbledore's arrival and surged forward to suck the old professor's soul, but then they scattered in fear.

For a blue phoenix had flown out from the tip of Dumbledore's wand, circling the area and forcing the Dementors back into the sky.

After driving away these annoying creatures, Dumbledore stepped forward a few paces and began examining the cause of Mrs. Pettigrew's death, hoping to find some clues.

At that moment, another wave of spatial fluctuations occurred, and Fudge arrived with a group of Aurors, Apparating into the center of the scene.

Seeing the scattered shackles on the ground and the fallen Aurors, Fudge trembled and almost lost his balance.

"Who can tell me what happened here?!" Fudge erupted in anger, almost going mad. If someone found out that Peter Pettigrew had escaped during the execution, everything would be ruined!

"Albus?! What are you doing here? Did you attack the Aurors and Dementors here and let Peter Pettigrew escape?"

Fudge had almost lost his mind, turning to Dumbledore sharply, eager to find someone to take the blame.

"Cornelius!" Dumbledore furrowed his brow and spoke with a heavier tone, "I think you should be able to figure out what happened here!"

"Perhaps you should ask this Auror!" Dumbledore waved his wand, lifting the Stupefy spell on the Auror on the ground.

A moment later, the tall, thin Auror regained consciousness. Seeing the few people present, he showed a look of panic and hurriedly explained.

"Minister! Earlier, Peter Pettigrew's mother, Mrs. Pettigrew, used Polyjuice Potion to transform into Jack's form."

"I know! Just tell me where Peter Pettigrew is now?!" Fudge interrupted the tall, thin Auror, almost forcing the words out of his mouth.

He had rushed over after receiving the notification from Arnold, who had been transported away by a Portkey. He was well aware of what had happened.

But Fudge had assumed that when he arrived, he would see Mrs. Pettigrew executed and Peter Pettigrew properly imprisoned here, or perhaps have his soul sucked out by the Dementors.

He never expected such a result. Mrs. Pettigrew had indeed died as he predicted, but the most important person, Peter Pettigrew, was nowhere to be found!

This made Fudge extremely angry. A sixty- to seventy-year-old old witch had managed to rescue a death row inmate from the heavily guarded Azkaban?

And this happened right under the noses of several Aurors and numerous Dementors?

Chapter end

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